December 2009
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Perspective.
Tim and I just got back from the grocery store. I was bitching about how much I hate New Year’s Eve and how depressing I find it, and Tim was doing his usual “don’t be sad” that he always does whenever I am sad about something. (It is very nice and thoughtful but it usually doesn’t work.)
Then I saw a middle-aged (read: much older than me, probably around 50) woman...